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L O V E R B O Y

I'll be your loverboy. I'll be your suffertoy.
I'll be goddamned if I give anyone my heart like that again.

And we begin.
And we pretend.
And we descend into ourselves.

And we give in.
And we stay in
until the end to fool ourselves.

And we hold hands.
And we make plans.
And nothing stands to fall apart.

Then love demands,
misunderstands,
and all our plans weren’t worth the start.

You wanted shelter. I gave you shelter.
I gave you what I swore I couldn’t give to any other.

You wanna suffer? I’ll make you suffer.
You wanna be in pain? Let’s see how you deal this time.

You wanted flowers. I’d give you flowers.
I’d burn this tiny world for you, if you would give me power.

You want some power? I’ll give you power.
Let’s see how powerful you are without me in your life.

Break open a bic. Try to make yourself sick.
Go befriend all the pricks we used to talk shit about.

When you start flinging shit, hope to god that it sticks.
‘Cause ain’t no one around to save you now.

How could you fuck her? You motherfucker.
I gave you what I swore I couldn’t give to any other.

You wanted freedom? You got your freedom.
You wanna run away? Let’s see how you deal this time.

You wanna lover? I’ll show you lover.
He’ll stick his dick inside and miles away your heart will die.

My heart is faithful. My head is hateful.
My soul’s so broken now, I don’t know which will save my life.

I’ll be your lover.

And we begin.
And we pretend.
And we descend into ourselves.

And we give in.
And we stay in until the end.

Let’s say your love’s not a joke.
Let’s say your heart’s really broke.
Let’s say you did everything in the world possible
you could do to save this mess.

Let’s say the next time you walk out on someone you love
that it’s not a goddamn test.

I’ll be your loverboy. I’ll be your suffertoy.
I’ll be goddamned if I give anyone my heart like that again.

Show me the ring, motherfucker.

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from As Written by a Member of the Dying Middle Class, released July 2, 2009

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The Ugly Facade

We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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